More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
The whole room behind me was displayed; but there was no sign of a man in it, except myself.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
kindness—I gave what you gave: the blood of my veins; I gave it, I, who was not, like you, her lover, but only her physician and her friend. I gave to her my nights and days—before death, after death; and if my death can do her good even now, when she is the dead Un-Dead, she shall have it freely.”
To us forever are the gates of heaven shut; for who shall open them to us again?
I took it that fear had helped imagination, and said nothing.
